When I returned to the area after visiting the photography exhibit, the peacock had obviously spread the word that I was coming back. One saved a parking space for me, watched me get out of the car, and started following me down the road.
|Here, Lady, here's a space for you!|
|A little to the left....okay, now straighten the wheel....|
|I hope she doesn't think I'm stalking her|
He then posed for me next to a bike stand, after first reading the plaque dedicating the stand to the memory of a young woman who passed away in 2005.
|Aw, so sad, she was only twenty....|
|Okay, enough of that, take my photo!|
|Oh wait, maybe this is my good side?|
Several of his friends came to check things out. They hopped over the nearby fence which marks the parameter of a petting zoo, currently closed. I assume they live there year-round, though there was no sign of any other animals or staff in the locked compound. Clearly, fences, gates and locks don't stop these boys from showing off for the tourists.
I love the colour of their necks, and their fancy little hats perched on the backs of their heads. And though I took dozens of shots, I still think the one I posted Saturday is my favourite shot of all:
I still have many photos of Victoria's blooms and beaches worth posting, but I must digress to capture today's story while it is fresh in my mind. Eddie had missed his usual beach loop walk this morning, for the first time in many weeks. Around noon, the sun shining brightly and some of my chores completed, I decided to take him on his first outing to my favourite local park - Osborne Bay Park - where fields meet forest and forest leads to ocean. I quickly made an egg salad sandwich and a thermos of coffee for myself, packed some water and a few treats for Eddie, and tucked some slices of apple into a baggie for us to share. It was the perfect day for a picnic, and a perfect place for solitude.
After photographing a few interesting artifacts along the beach,
|What is that? A rusty anchor?|
|Or King Neptune rising from the surf?|
I sat on a log and took out my sandwich, which Eddie eyed longingly. His water and treats didn't cut it, apparently.
|May I have some of your sandwich?|
Just then, I noticed a movement to my left - an eagle, perched on a dead tree checking the receding tide.
And as I struggled (somewhat unsuccessfully) to focus the camera, trying not to spill the coffee or trip over my backpack, that little opportunist sheltie STOLE MY SANDWICH!
|Yum! Egg salad!|
Gulp, and it was gone. The whole thing. At least he had the grace to look ashamed of himself.
|Oops, I guess I shudn't have done that. Sowwy.|
Though I'm pretty sure it was all an act.
|Ha ha! Whatz fer dessert?|
Ah well, we still had the apple slices (and Eddie got more than his share), and spent a lovely hour or two walking the beach and the trails back home.
|Winter brush in purple|